Our Own Heroes

【~ＴＨＥ ＣＨＡＮＧＥ ＰＡＲＴ １~】

7 years ago, if you were to tell a young Izuku that he would one day run away from home in tears with anger and regret brimming within him, he would have told you that you were crazy while looking at you like you offended his entire family in front of him. But here he was, an eleven year old boy with an inhumanly high IQ running from his childhood home with his things in a heavy duffle bag at a speed that could rival ingeniums’ due to his hysterical state. 

After stopping, figuring he was at a safe enough distance, he dropped onto his knees, casting the bag aside, and cried for 20 minutes straight before feeling a familiar numbness settle in. This was the state he was always left in If he ever cried. Due to the fact that he was accustomed to the pain, he grew a state of tolerance for the numb feeling he got after an emotional breakdown.

He scouted out his surroundings and quickly noted the high levels of trash and waste. It wouldn't take him long to figure out where he was. He was familiar with the area, it was on the beach that was always colorful and covered with beauty whenever he came.This beach was where he and kacc- Bakugou used to play together in the ocean and build sand castles while their parents watched with glee. But, that was years ago. Now, it was covered with heaps of trash, scrap, cars, buses and much more. The once glistening beach was now dirty and gloomy, it was almost as if it eroded right along with their friendship, but it would have to do for now. He settled for resting on an old (and moldy ew) mattress inside of a rusty, but usable, school bus and laid awake for a while. He went over the events of the past months in his head and wondered to himself ‘ how did things turn out like this? ’

/FLASHBACK TIME/

It all started a few months ago when the school got a new transfer student from another school outside of the district.

That week had seemingly started out like any other for Izuku. He would wake up in the morning without anyone needing to wake him, tend to any wounds from the night before, get dressed for school, get his bag, make some toast quietly(as to not alert his mother that he was in the kitchen), and leave the house as quickly as possible, purposefully walking to school before his bullies arrived. He would always stop at the small convenience store before going straight to school so he could atleast have water for the day.

He usually made it to school an hour before most of the teachers and students arrived, so on that day he was surprised to see a car in front of the school with an unfamiliar, purple-haired student stepping out. Needless to say, he was confused at the scene that was occuring before him.

The boy (can you guess who it is?) was being clung onto by a loud, and dramatic looking blond, with very unusual hair on both of their heads, Izuku noted, while a black-haired man stepped out of the driver's seat and physically dragged the blonde off of the poor boy. It was definitely one of the stranger things that Izuku had witnessed, and was apparently one of the funniest as he began to laugh while hugging his stomach before he could stop himself. The group visibly flinched as none of them had even noticed the boys presence even with their guard up due to nervousness.

They then turned to him with a mixture of confused or shocked faces as he began to calm down. He wiped a tear from his eye as he looked up at them, noticing their reactions. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you if you were having a moment.” He began, “it’s just that i’ve never seen you before and i have been here for a bit.” He turns his head to the purplette and directs his attention onto them, “I’m Midoriya Izuku, It’s nice to meet you." He started, "You’re new here right? I can show you around if you want.” He said with an embarrassed but still sluggish smile. He wasn’t really into early morning conversations, especially since no one really talked to him anyways, they all just talked at him or about him.

The boy looked at him with a suspicious and questioning look, the same with (who I'm assuming are) his parents. He took a few seconds before answering, “Sup, i’m Shinsou Hitoshi." He said while relaxing his posture, "It was nice of you to offer and all but I have a set guide who is named Bakugou Katsuki sorry. Do you know him?” The second he stated Bakugou’s name, Izuku flinched a little, the kid didn’t seem to notice but his father looked like he did and gave him a small glare. “O-Oh! Y-y-yeah I-I know him...heh.” He said hesitantly, silently cursing himself for his nervous stutter. He gave Izuku a confused look before stating, “Okay cool, well since it’s so early, can you show me to my class? It’s class 1-b.(I decided to change the ages and grades to the beginning of middle school because it felt right for some reason, also it gives me four whole years before cannon starts to figure out where this goes and what everyone does. That kind of stuff.)” Izuku’s eyes brightened for a little bit before saying, “Sure! I can take you, that’s actually my classroom.” He smiled a bright smile that could definitely blind a whole city in an instant.

Shinsou nodded his head slightly and let Midoriya lead the way after saying goodbye to his guardi- no, his parents. ‘ This might actually turn out to be an interesting year ’ the young insomniac thought as the two entered the school building.

Shinsou’s POV

It’s been a little over a year since I was adopted by Aizawa and Hizashi(which he insisted on being called that), and I still don’t think that I will ever get used to their antics. Today is the day I finally go back to school after Aizawa filed a lawsuit on my old school for quirk discrimination and verbal abuse towards a minor. 

We chose to go an hour early so I could walk around and get used to the place without other people bothering me. Things were looking up and I would be absolutely ecstatic if not for the fact that Hizashi began to dramatically cry half-way there and refused to let me go to the point I was walking out of the car with him crying and latching onto my leg. I had to get Aizawa to pull him off of me before I could properly stand up.

Then, out of nowhere there was a hysterical laugh that came from behind me. I swung around to see who it was, to learn it was a small green-haired kid with freckles sprinkled on his face messily on the ground seemingly wheezing and crying at that point.

He caught his breath for a moment then said, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you if you were having a moment.” ‘ Oh great. ’ I thought with a sarcastic deadpan ‘ now he’s going to think i’m a loser and make fun of me for having such a weirdo filled family’ The bush child continued, much to my surprise “it’s just that i’ve never seen you before and i have been here for a bit.” He then looks at me and says, “I’m Midoriya Izuku, It’s nice to meet you. You’re new here right? I can show you around if you want.” The kid spoke in a fast and straight-forward manner, which relieved me. What was even better was that he didn’t ask about my quirk which was nice. 

I would have agreed right then and there but I remembered that I had an assigned tour guide that I then told him about. When I mentioned who it was he had visibly flinched and had a frightened look in his eyes for a second. I kept note of this, thinking that my guide is either that school outcast, the scary kid at school, or the school bully from his reaction alone ( aizawa would be proud ). He told me that they knew each other with a slight stutter which made me give him a confused and unconvinced look before rubbing it off. 

He looked a bit sad that he couldn’t show me around so, feeling pity for him, I came up with a solution. “Okay cool, well since it’s so early, can you show me to my class? It’s class 1-b.” I noticed that his eyes seemingly got brighter, if that’s even possible, before saying, “Sure! I can take you, that’s actually my classroom.” Then, he gave me a smile. I turned to my parents and waved goodbye before following closely behind him into the building. ‘This might actually turn out to be an interesting year’ I think to myself before entering with him.